Staying Human

Chapter 14: Backstory

Chapter 14: Backstory 

 Scott was seriously regretting working with this guy. For one, he was an idiot, and two, he was so careless. He wasn't quiet and he didn't pay attention to any details and Scott had warned him that his way of doing things was going to get him killed. The job they were working was a big time businessman and his second in command wanted him dead to take over the business; typical. Everyone always wanted someone dead for money or power. It was a big job, which is why Scott was working with this guy but the thing was they needed to get in and out quickly and with Brett screwing things up every five minutes Scott knew it was going to get messy. The target was in a huge house that was guarded by more than fifteen men, the only way in was to slip in without being seen. Or a fire fight, but Scott really didn't want that to happen. The two were scoping out the place trying to find their entry point and Scott was pretty sure he found it. "Look, right under that man there's a basement window." Scott pointed and handed the binoculars to Brett. Brett looked and nodded. 

"Alright, how we gonna get there without being seen?" He asked and Scott rolled his eyes.

 "We're going to go slow and be quiet that's how." He replied; annoyance clear in his voice. 

"Fine whatever. Let's just get this shit done already." He grumbled and crawled away from Scott towards the house. Scott watched him a second and shook his head. He was going the wrong way, and he was going to be seen. Scott began to crawl the way he had layed out in his mind and looked back at Brett to see he had stopped and was looking for Scott. 

"Moron..." Scott whispered to himself and waved his hand slightly hoping Brett would see him. He did and Scott waved him over. Brett looked confused and Scott was getting aggravated. He decided he was done babysitting this guy and kept going leaving Brett out in the open on his own. He could care less if the guy got killed as long as he got the job done. He barely made it through the window before he heard shooting. "Damn it!" He hissed and ran through the basement to the stairs. He ran up the stairs and caught one of the guards by the arms, swinging him around and throwing him down the stairs before continuing through the house. More guards rushed him and he took them all out like a machine. It was like he blacked out and the next thing he knew he was standing in a pile of bodies. It didn't phase him and he continued going. Once he reached the top of the stairs on the second floor he stopped to looked around. There was a door at the end of the hallway and two guards standing in front of it, no problem for him. He ran full speed towards them and rammed into them like a bowling ball. He was quick to get to his feet and easily disarmed them knocking them both out cold. He kicked the door in and confidently walked through to see the man standing by the window watching the fire fight that was going on outside. 

"So...you made it though..." He mumbled and turned to glance at Scott, who had his hood up so his face wasn't seen. Scott stayed silent and took out his gun. "Your man's shot by the way..." He chuckled not seeming to care that he was about to be killed.

 "He's not my man, he's an idiot that doesn't know what he's doing." Scott replied coldly. 

"I see." The man raised an eyebrow at him and Scott cocked his head to the side in confusion, but then he realized what the man was looking at. He felt a gun on his back and he slowly raised his hands glancing behind him to see a big man smiling at him. "I'm impressed. No one's ever gotten this far to kill me, you almost made it." He smiled as the man grabbed Scott's gun and put it in his belt. Scott kept his hands up and eyed the man as he walked closer to them. "Now the question is...do I kill you? Or let to police take you and let you rot in a prison cell?" He laughed and Scott smiled. 

"You seem very sure that you've won." Scott laughed and felt the man behind him push the gun into him harder, then cock the gun ready to fire when given the word. 

"It's pretty obvious who's won here." The man stated and pulled out his phone. "Prison cell it is." Scott watched him dial 911 and then put the phone to his ear. Scott didn't wait for him to start speaking before he brought his elbow back to the man behind him making contact to his face and grabbing his gun before he fell to the floor. He shot the man in the head and turned back to his target; the phone dropping from his hands. Scott pointed the gun in his face and smirked. 

"It's obvious now....you lose." He stated and pulled the trigger. He smiled down at the now dead man and the glanced out the window. He could see Brett laying behind a cluster of bushes as bullets kept whizzing by him. He shook his head in annoyance and ran from the room and back to the basement. After crawling out the same way he crawled in, he took the same secure path back to where Brett was positioned.

 "Slade, man I'm shot." He grunted and Scott looked down at his left leg, which was now bleeding from two bullet wounds. 

"You're an idiot! You almost ruined this job for us!" Scott yelled and looked back at the couple of guys that were firing at them. 

"Don't blame this shit on me! It was your stupid plan!" Brett argued and Scott grumbled under his breath. It was pointless arguing with this dumbass. He grabbed Brett's arm and was about to sling it over his shoulder when they heard police sirens that sounded like they were coming fast. Brett and Scott exchanged looks and Scott dropped Brett's arm. "Wait what are you doing?" Brett asked and Scott glared back at him. 

"This is all your fault and I'm not about to go to jail for you!" Scott snapped and started to crawl away from the wounded man. "You can't just leave me here! Slade!" Brett yelled but Scott didn't care. He kept going and never looked back. Brett was asking for this, it was his fault and now he would probably get caught. It didn't matter to Scott because he'd collect the money and be on his way long before Brett could talk to anyone. 

 Scott reminisced on that night as he tracked down Brett. He should have never agreed to take that stupid job, even though he made half a million dollars on it since he took Brett's share too. The guy wasn't very smart that's for sure because he left a clear trail from the moment he got released to now. Scott guessed that Brett figured he thought he was big and tough because he had a bunch of goons willing to follow him. Whatever he thought, Scott was confident he would have no trouble taking the asshole down. "Ahh there you are Brett..." He smiled as he saw the guy had purchased an old, abandoned warehouse kind of like the one Kevin had his business in. Scott knew that had to be where Mitch and Joey were, it was kind of an obvious place to keep hostages. Scott leaned back in his chair thinking about what Brett wanted from him. He wanted him to help with something, but what could that something be? He decided that he would keep digging into Brett and find out everything he possibly could about him before he went to get Mitch and Joey back. He started to go back further before he and Brett had worked that job to see what kind of jobs he did and who else he'd made contact with. He laughed when he realized this guy seemed to leave a trail wherever he went. He was into selling guns, in fact that's how he started out. He wasn't a hitman to begin with, he just sold to other hitmen. "No way..." He said under his breath as something very interesting popped up. He had a partner in his little business. None other than Kevin Olusola.